They continued moving.
During the day, they traveled steadily. At night, they rested in short shifts. Food was cooked as they hunted the monsters that came on the way while they were travelling. The villagers perfectly butchered the monsters, storing the meat properly as well as their hides also.
Two days passed.
On the second night, the caravan stopped near a rocky clearing. Small fires were lit, carefully controlled so they wouldn't attract too much attention. Most people were asleep.
Seris was asleep on top of the carriage, on her comfy seat she build, the one she build while they were resting on first day.
Elina slept inside the barrier, resting too.
Mike was on night watch.
Zephyr lay nearby, eyes half-closed.
Suddenly—
Zephyr's ears snapped up. A low growl came from his throat.
Mike stood slowly and placed a hand on his sword.
"…Looks like we have uninvited guests," he said quietly.
From the darkness beyond the trees came movement.
Heavy.
Low to the ground.
